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The Good Old Days.
Topic Started: Mar 29 2015, 01:42 AM (25 Views)
Dai
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"Ah must be the only person in the wrestlin' world who ain't excited for Rise of a Legend."

Still, it hasn't stopped Billy Walker getting all dressed up for it. He's got a new suit: pinstripes, cufflinks, waistcoat. He even has a tie-pin; 'cause why not? The biggest event of all time surely deserves some fancy threads. Billy taps one of his cigarillos on his lighter three times, his pre-smoke ritual; but he seems to be in no great hurry to actually light it up.

"Millions watchin' at homes, in bars. Shit, Ah even heard'a cinemas showin' it live. If Butch Bergeron ain't just blowin' smoke, there's gonna be a hundred thousand in AT&T Stadium watchin' in the flesh. There's a buzz goin' round the place, excitement in the air..."

The Walking Man is clearly not convinced, and he stops to finally light up.

"'Course, most of the buzzin' is bein' done by people who ain't about to get thrown into a giant fuckin' organ grinder. The Panopticon, a word Ah couldn't even say until last night, amounts to a machine in which you put in some'a the best wrestlers in the world, an' what you get out is gonna be mush. If ya lucky, you might be able to wrap up what's left and sell it as sausages or some shit."

Disgusted, Walker smokes a little more. And a little more, before he continues.

"The truth is, whoever the Dual Crown is at the end of Rise of a Legend; whether it's Neo Carner or Deacon DEATH; there's three names in this match 'at they don't wanna see opposite theirs when it comes time to defend: Bergeron. Krychek. Walker."

Of course.

"Mungrel, Ah don't know. Ah always thought you was pretty amusin' but the amount you drank made you a, what's it called: a potential liability. You ain't what you was. Now you wanna join - or rejoin - the ranks'a "Ah do this to hurt people" Shithouse Brigade. Well, shit."

Well shit, indeed. Billy has no love for that sort of person. He points his smoke at the camera.

""Win, or Look Good Fucking Up" is a much better philosophy."

He draws thoughtfully on his cigar as he ponders his next angle of attack.

"Max Rowley, you need shut the fuck up, too."

That was a bit blunt, but let's work with it.

"The reason you get written off as a doofus with shit jokes an' arm drags, is 'cause you talk too much about your goddamn armdrags and 'cause your jokes are numerous an' shit. That, an' you can say "Sport-O-Plexium" with a fuckin' straight face. The truth is, you are a decent wrestler, but you got too comfy. You gave yourself a medal for Most Participationest, declared yourself the best in the world, an' kept toddlin' along with your thousand armdrags and your awful jokes."

There's only a limited number of ways that Billy Walker can think of to disparage the quality of Max Rowley's jokes, and he's about reaching that limit now.

"The other thing you said 'at pissed me off is all this shit about how it was in the Good Ol' Days. Ah's a kid too, once. Ah used to go watch wrestlin', too. We got some good wrestlers comin' through; there's a lot to be said for athletic competition. Never saw a World Title match down their, but Ah saw a few World Champions. Thing is, Ah don't remember no Butch Bergeron gettin' no grudgin' respect off anyone. What Ah remember is a loon with a brandin' iron; Ah remember a lot'a blood, an' Ah remember him barely makin' it outta town alive; either 'cause he won, an' pissed the whole state 'a Lucy-Anna off on the way, or he lost and got the whippin' he deserved."

Apologies if I'm taking liberties about Jim's character with that, but it fits with what his profile says.

"Now, growin' up a bit, Ah've got a bit more understandin' of what he did, an' why he did it. Ah suppose you would call it respect. Maybe some'a the guys backstage had that same kinda respect for him; but when they came out through the curtain, fuck no, they' weren't no respect. There was a just guy who needed his fuckin' ass kicked."

Looking at Butch today, not much has changed.

"What Ah'm sayin' is 'at if you're gonna sit there and bitch about doin' things the 'right' way; if you're not gonna do everything in your power to win, then you got no business being anywhere near the Dual Crown, and you got no business callin' yourself the best. The other two Ah mentioned, they know this; an' more than anything, this is why no-one in their right mind wants to fight them. As for me, well..."

He laughs, and flicks the stub of his cigar to the floor.

"Ah'm gonna do what Ah always do: pick mah spots, an' try an' ruin someone's night. Who knows, if Ah get lucky, Ah might even get to walk out of this Panopticon..."
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